Journeys in the heart and mind of the not-so-typical Southern Male

A few days after the city tagged the vehicle as abandoned, my wife called me at work. It was apparently owned by the people in the house. It was also apparently disabled, because her teenage son and a couple of his friends were outside pushing it up out of the road ...

... and into the front yard.

Seriously? Are you just trying to fulfill every stereotype of Alabama? Maybe you should drag a sofa out there for good measure. Litter the yard with some Natural Light cans and a few dog pens. Still, it was out of the road and off public property. As far as I was concerned it was redneck as all hell, but was no longer in my way.

So this evening we were eating dinner and we hear a truck pull up out front of the house. I go to the front window and look.

It was a tow truck. But not a nice one like the city would hire. It's like a 30 year old tow struck. No labels on the side. It looked like just something a derpy Alabama redneck in overalls would drive. They talked for a few minutes, then he hooked the car up and towed it away.

I really did not want to make a big deal about it. I tried to talk to them about it, but no one ever answered the door. I just have to wonder: if I hadn't called the city, how long would they have let that car sit there in the road?